Novels by Inked Angel

Kasey’s POV The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the reception, but the warmth I felt was entirely from the man beside me. We were finally husband and wife after two long years of waiting. My white dress still felt a little unreal against my skin, and every time I looked down at the simple gold band on my finger next to Landon’s, my stomach did a happy flip. This was it. Us. Forever. I spotted Darren and Ilya across the room, weaving through the crowd. My heart gave a quick, surprised squeeze. They actually showed up. I lifted my hand and waved them over. They noticed almost immediately and Darren nudged Ilya slightly before they both changed direction and made their way toward us. By the time they reached us, Darren was already smiling faintly. "Congratulations, you two." He beamed. "You came!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. I moved instinctively, stepping forward to him but Landon’s grip tightened, pulling me back against him before I could ev

Landon's POVI stood at the end of the aisle with my chest tight as hell, trying not to lose it right in front of everybody. Tears kept building up in my eyes no matter how much I blinked them back. I couldn’t help it.Fuck. Do not cry. Do not fucking cry.But Christ, she was a vision. The dress she was wearing wasn’t some puff of frothy lace. It was sleek like poured cream and hugged every curve I’d memorized in the dark. It had these long sleeves that went all the way to her wrists with delicate pearls that caught the light every time she breathed. The neckline dipped just enough to make my mouth go dry, and the skirt fell in a smooth, clean line to the floor, making her look like some elegant statue that had decided to walk. And the veil. A fucking cloud of tulle that hid her face from me, making me want to rip it off with my teeth.My eyes darted to the tiny hurricane in front of her. Hazel. Our two-year-old daughter. She was a perfect mini-Kasey from her riot of brown curls to t

Kasey’s POVHis lips pressed against mine softly."God, baby, you’re awake," he breathed against my mouth. "I’m so fucking glad. I thought—""I’m okay," I whispered, cutting him off before he could finish whatever dark thought had been sitting on his chest. I lifted my arms and hugged him as best as I could, wincing slightly when the IV line tugged at my arm."Are you hurt?" he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes moved all over my face like he was checking for damage. "Does anything hurt? Head? Stomach? Tell me—"Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Darren cleared his throat from the chair beside the bed."I’ll go grab the doctor now that you’re here," he said, already heading for the door."Thanks, man," Landon said without looking away from me.Once the door clicked shut behind Darren, Landon leaned in again and kissed me deeply. It felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, like every minute he’d spent thinking he might lose me had been bu

Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of

"You don’t mean that. He’s still your brother. Why the hell do you want to see him lose everything?" I muttered under my breath.Andrew stopped pacing. His face twisted like I’d slapped him. "He made me lose everything too, you little shit," he snapped back. "I’ve spent years trying to pay him back. Ambushed his shipments, sent shooters after him and his whole damn family. Hell, I even risked going after William Antonellis himself, hoping the attack would wipe out Vince’s heir so he’d know exactly how it felt when he stole my life from me."My hands curled into fists against the ropes."You sick bastard," I growled. He leaned in closer. "But your old man’s been too fucking lucky every single time. Slipped through every trap. Until now. Look who’s got the upper hand, nephew. Me."My stomach turned over. All those attacks that took my brothers from us… this bastard had been behind them the whole time. Every funeral, every scar, every night I stayed up wondering who the hell was gunnin

Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin

I sucked harder, taking him as deep as I could. Laurel’s tongue worked steadily along the shaft below my lips while her hand cupped and squeezed his balls.Lucas’s hips bucked and his hand tightened in my hair, holding me there as a rough sound left his throat.Then he came.Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth. I swallowed instinctively, but there was too much of him. Some of it escaped the corner of my lips and slid down my chin in a slow, sticky trail. Laurel leaned in right away and licked it off my skin before she kissed me deeply. Her tongue pushed his cum into my mouth and then pulled it back into hers as we shared the warm, salty taste between us.Lucas sat up suddenly and grabbed us both. His mouth crashed against mine, then Laurel's, then back to mine. Each kiss left me dizzier than the last."I want to be inside you," he rasped against my lips. "Now."He positioned me on all fours. My face pressed into the pillow and my ass stayed high in the air. I felt his fingers part my s

"Please," I whispered softly.Lucas’s mouth curved slowly. His eyes darkened as he looked down at me."Please what?"I couldn’t say it. The words were there but my tongue couldn’t shape them. Heat flooded my face as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. I turned my head and looked at Laurel desperately, silently begging her to speak for me."I want you to watch," Laurel said. "While I make her come again."She nudged Lucas aside with a gentle hand on his hip and settled between my thighs. Her shoulders pushed my legs wide open. Cool air touched my soaked pussy for a second before her warm breath ghosted over me. I nearly came right there from the anticipation alone.Lucas stood up slowly. He walked to the foot of the bed and stopped there, looking down at us—at his girlfriend kneeling between another woman’s spread legs and at my body that was open and waiting.Laurel glanced up at him, and for a brief moment, a knowing look passed between them before she lowered her mouth. Luc

"Sophie," Laurel whispered. "Are you sure?" ​My brain felt entirely fried. I was too hot, too dizzy, and far too deeply aroused to care about consequences. I knew exactly what was going to happen if I said yes. There was no turning back once I crossed this line. But I was already too far gone to stop. While we were flying to Paris, Laurel had told me the truth. She said Lucas wanted me too. That they were both interested in me, but they wouldn’t try anything unless I let them. I had sat there on the plane with my heart pounding, staring out the window so she wouldn’t see my face. It would have been a massive lie to pretend I hadn't spent the last few hours agonizing over it. In the quiet hours of the night, I had imagined a hundred different scenarios of them both doing unspeakable, mind-numbing things to me. Just the thought of it had left me soaked, shivering, and aching in the dark. Now the real thing was right in front of me. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. I lo

She kissed the inside of my thigh softly. Then she turned her head and kissed the other one the same way. Her warm breath ghosted straight over my clit and my hips jerked involuntarily. The moment her mouth finally touched my pussy, my whole body melted into the bed.I saw colors. Actual colors, bursting behind my eyelids. Her tongue was flat and slow at first, licking a long, wet stripe up through my folds like she was tasting something precious. She dragged it from my entrance all the way to my clit, then did it again, slower, collecting every bit of slick. The wet heat of her mouth made my thighs tremble."Laurel." Her name came out broken and shaky.She pulled back just enough to smile at me. "I want to try something.""What?"She didn’t answer with words. Instead she crawled up my body, dragging her open mouth over my stomach in slow, wet kisses. She moved higher across my sternum, licking and nipping until she reached the hollow of my throat and sucked gently there. Then she set

♡SOPHIE♡I ended up saying yes to Laurel, agreeing to go with her to Paris despite every single instinct in my body screaming at me to run the other way.​Even though Laurel swore up and down that she wouldn’t cross any lines, that she wouldn't do anything I didn't want her to do, I still wasn't convinced. The truth was, I didn't trust Laurel. But worse than that, I knew I couldn't trust myself around her.​Every time I told myself it was wrong, a quiet, traitorous part of my mind betrayed me. I hated myself for having these feelings, for the way my heart hammered against my ribs whenever she looked at me. I couldn't control the sudden, scorching wave of arousal that flooded through me whenever I thought about what happened that night. The memory of her touch alone was enough to make my knees weak.​Now, we were thousands of miles away in a massive, breathtaking house somewhere in Paris, and I was stuck in bed.​The bedroom door clicked open, and Laurel appeared from the living room,

Lucas had given me three days to convince Sophie to come with us to Paris, and here I was on day two, completely empty-handed. In fact, I hadn’t even spoken to her yet.​The reason was simple: Sophie had completely vanished.I woke up that morning to an empty apartment. Sophie’s door was open. Her bed was made. Her bag was gone. I waited all day. I sat on the couch and checked my phone every few minutes. I even walked past her lecture building once, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Nothing. She never came home. She slept somewhere else.By the time evening rolled around, my stomach was tight with worry and guilt. I knew why she was avoiding me. I could still taste her on my tongue if I closed my eyes. I could still hear the soft, shocked sounds she made when she came on my mouth. And I knew she was scared of it. Scared of me. Scared of what it meant.​Now, I was standing in the corridor outside her main lecture hall, watching the heavy double doors like a hawk. My chest felt tight wi

Time didn't exist in the dark.There were no hours, no days, and no way to measure how long I'd been drifting through the endless blackness. Sometimes I thought I heard distant voices that felt like they were reaching me from another world. Other times, I could have sworn I felt gentle hands tending to me, adjusting the blankets around my body or pressing a cool cloth against my forehead.Each sensation lingered just long enough to make me reach for it before it slipped away, dissolving into the darkness as though it had never existed.For what felt like forever, I drifted in that strange, peaceful emptiness. It was warm, quiet, and free of pain. A part of me wanted to remain there forever, where nothing could hurt me anymore.But the darkness refused to keep me.Something stirred at the edges of my consciousness, tugging me relentlessly toward the surface. I fought against it, desperate to sink back into the comforting void, but the pull only grew stronger until I had no choice but

The smirk on his face vanished instantly.A dangerous stillness settled over him as my spit slowly trickled down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, and when his eyes locked on mine again, every trace of amusement was gone. They had turned ice-cold."You filthy little—"The crack of his hand across my face echoed through the trees. The slap was so hard that stars exploded behind my eyes, and the sharp metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.I crumpled onto one elbow, desperately trying to blink back the tears that clung to my lashes. Before I could even catch my breath, he seized a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back sharply, forcing me to look up at him.​"Do that again," he growled, "and I’ll snap your fucking head off your shoulders right here.""Go on then," I managed to choke out. "Do it."​His expression shifted from rage to something dark and unhinged. He reached for the buckle of his belt and started undoing it."Oh, I’m gonna kill you, you little b

I watched them turn and run. For a few seconds, I could still make out their shapes weaving between the trees. Every step they took put more distance between us, and with it, any hope that I'd see them again. A part of me wanted to call out—to beg them not to leave me—but I swallowed the words. If they came back, we'd all die. Sam stayed at the back, constantly glancing over her shoulder as if she was trying to memorize where I was. Every time she looked back, it hurt a little more. I didn't want her to go. But I also knew she wasn't giving up on me. She was being forced to. She looked back one last time and our eyes met. I forced a smile, even though it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I needed her to believe I was okay. I needed her to keep running instead of turning back for me. It was the last gift I could give her. A lie. The lie that I'd find a way out of this. That we'd laugh about tonight someday. That this wasn't goodbye. But deep down, I alread

Mirabel sighed in frustration. "Believe me, helping you wasn't exactly at the top of my list tonight." Her gaze swept over the three of us. "If I had the option, I'd be halfway across the forest by now instead of standing here debating survival strategies with a cripple, a crier, and a half-breed." "Fuck you," Sam snapped. Mirabel ignored her. "The point is, four people moving together are harder to catch off guard than one. Four sets of eyes. Four sets of ears. Four chances to notice something before it rips your throat out." Her gaze flicked into the dark trees, then back to us. "Make up your minds," she said impatiently. "Come with me or don't. But I'd suggest doing it before one of them catches our scent and makes the decision for us." Another scream ripped through the trees. This one was much nearer than before. It was cut off abruptly, followed by rough male laughter and a low growl that made my stomach turn. Shit. Ee were running out of time. "Fine," I said. "We'll go

For a second, no one moved. Then the crowd exploded. Everyone surged toward the trees in a blind panic, shoving and stumbling over one another in their desperation to get away. Someone crashed into my shoulder. Another girl fell to the ground and immediately disappeared beneath the swarm of bodies rushing past her. I grabbed Sam's hand with my right and Teagan's with my left and pulled them after me. My bad leg screamed the moment I started running. A sharp pain shot up my ankle, nearly making me stumble. I gritted my teeth and kept going anyway. There was no point slowing down now. I could complain about it later. Assuming I survived long enough to complain. I fixed my gaze on the dark wall of trees ahead and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The forest seemed impossibly far away, even though it couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards. Ten minutes. That was all we had. Ten minutes before the hunt began. "Stay close," I said as we crossed into the tre

The first scream suddenly broke the silence. For one horrifying second, I thought the Lycan King had finally arrived. My head jerked up before I could stop myself, but I caught the movement just in time and lowered my gaze back to the floor. The soldier's threat was still fresh in my mind. I wasn't stupid enough to risk having my guts turned into dog food. The scream came again and I knew immediately that it had come from one of the girls in the crowd. A knot formed in my stomach. We had all been holding on by a thread since arriving here. Some of us were just better at hiding it than others. It was only a matter of time before someone broke. Unfortunately for her, she had chosen the worst possible moment. Through my peripheral vision, I saw the big, scarred soldier lunge into the crowd. He reached down and fisted his hand into her long, blonde hair. The girl wailed as he jerked her upward and dragged her across the floor like a sack of grain all the way to the front. Before sh

Raven's POVI never saw Dominic again. Not since that day, when I’d run from that room feeling like my skin was on fire.For the first week, I became a ghost in the club. I memorized his schedule, or what I thought was his schedule, and made damn sure I was anywhere but there. If he usually checked the stockroom at ten, I was serving drinks on the main floor at nine-fifty-five. If he took his lunch in the back office, I’d be on my break, hiding in the staff bathroom with my feet on the toilet seat so no one would see my shoes.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time my pager buzzed, my heart tried to crawl out of my throat. This was it. He was calling me to his office to fire me. Or worse, drag me in there and make me look him in the eye while he told me exactly what kind of monster I was. I pictured it a hundred times; the cold stare, the way his jaw would lock, that low dangerous voice saying I’d crossed a line no one comes back from. Part of me almost wanted it. At le

Andrei shrugged, completely unbothered. That cocky grin was still in place. "I remember Bree because she's my favorite. The girl has got skills and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. And Pixie? I remember her because the dumb bitch tried to get into cahoots with your enemies. Nearly fucked you over with that information she was feeding them. I had to clean that mess up quietly, remember? So yeah, I keep tabs. It's my job, cousin. Your dick's business is my business when it threatens the empire." He said. I opened my mouth to tear into him again, but the soft click of heels interrupted. The flight attendant was back.Her blouse was still doing its best to contain her, and she’d unbuttoned one more button since the last time. It was subtle, but not subtle enough. She stopped beside my seat, leaning just enough that I caught the edge of black lace under white fabric."Gentlemen," she said. "We’re approximately thirty minutes from touchdown at Teterboro. The captain has turned on th

Dominic’s POVI lounged back in the wide leather seat of the Gulfstream and took a long swig of my drink. The steady hum of the engines drilled into my skull, reminding me of the fact that I was trapped thirty thousand feet in the air, away from the city’s grime and my own fucking thoughts. Andrei was sprawled in the seat beside me, already halfway through a glossy magazine featuring a spread on Italian supercars, a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee as he flipped the pages with lazy interest.We were somewhere over the Atlantic, headed back after handling some messy business in London, and instead of feeling relieved, a tight coil of anxiety kept winding in my chest. The closer we got to the city, the more my mind drifted to the club, and the less I wanted to walk back through those doors.The flight attendant appeared from the galley, with a tray balanced perfectly on one hand. Brunette,big tits straining against the tight white blouse of her uniform, and a pretty face painted j

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo